Counting Cars

Today started off rocky, but we ended up counting cars.  We sat in our favorite part of the house, had breakfast consisting of coffee and sweet bread while looking out the large kitchen window as countless cars passed by.  It is one of her newest pastimes, counting cars.  Counting cars is now a thing my grandma does, she is amazed by the number of cars that pass by the busy street that our house is on.  She particularly likes the red ones, calling them pura sangre (pure blood) I play right along with her because it’s easy and pleases her and although the morning seemed eternal, it passed just like the cars.

At lunch, her favorite, Popeyes chicken.  A quick lunch and a chat then she went to get some rest.  She read her bible and took a nap.

Afternoon came and we sat back down at the kitchen table and resume the count of the countless cars of all shapes, sizes and colors, she imagining a story for each car that passed by admiring the red ones, disliking the ones with large windows for lack of privacy.  She asked me if I liked the large windows, I lied and said I didn’t, I feel she was happy that I shared her sentiment.

Evening came and in between stories and through a nice dinner of chicken stew, we are still counting cars.  I would have to say that counting cars, although not my first choice of things to do, was actually a welcome treat which allowed me to share a pleasant moment with my grandmother.